Infinite Hunter

He was still using the same Winchester Model 70 bolt-action rifle he was already incredibly familiar with. It was powerful enough to kill most of the beasts on Earth, and land beasts wouldn't be able to withstand a single bullet. He continued to work meticulously. This mission was estimated to take at least a month, so if he took his time, he could definitely finish it before the mission arrived.

Volume: Gaming Career

Chapter One

The workmanship was meticulous, each component striving for perfection and requiring extreme precision to achieve a perfect fit. The walnut stock had naturally been soaked and treated, with carvings and a lacquer finish. It was a shame that the mission suddenly began before he could complete it. "Another semi-vintage mission like this?" Cheng Yijiu was quite dissatisfied. This time, the mission had restrictions, limiting it to cold weapons and rudimentary firearms.

This was a black powder firearm that used fixed ammunition—except instead of paper-shell fixed ammunition, it had a metal inner sleeve. After the lead bullet was loaded, it was ignited with a flintlock, much like the principle of a Frankie cannon. This type of gun had actually appeared in history, and Cheng Yijiu had built a similar weapon before, but he wanted to try it with paper-shell ammunition because that was simpler.

Actually, it is possible, so before Cheng Yijiu carried out the mission... "Hunting the golden slime monster? The monster that devoured many humans..." When he saw the mission target, even Cheng Yijiu's cheeks twitched. "The world of swords and magic is really unpleasant." This is what he thought. Cheng Yijiu was trying on clothes one by one, and he was still thinking about what clothes to wear to that world.

Wearing a lion skin? That was almost certain—but the damn lion skin couldn't pass the verification... which was very embarrassing. Cheng Yijiu found that he could only wear some "normal" clothes. Of course, he brought a long sword with him, as well as two daggers/throwing knives. Finally, a double-barreled flintlock hand sprayer also passed the verification—so he was now dressed like Van Helsing.

A wide-brimmed hat, a clerical trench coat, a multi-breasted leather jacket, and boots—that was Cheng Yijiu's complete outfit. A longsword lashed across his back, a shotgun at his waist, and a medium-sized leather bag slung over his shoulder for his "luggage." The test revealed that Cheng Yijiu could, oddly enough, bring Apollo's ointment, though it was now a purely traumatic remedy. He could also bring canned food, which seemed out of place in this era. Finally, he even managed a large titanium water bottle...

"That's completely illogical. Why can titanium alloy products be carried, but not modern weapons?" Cheng Yijiu pushed open the door and the next moment he appeared on a street filled with European-style buildings. The road was paved with gravel, and the buildings on both sides were typical two- or three-story Central/Eastern European buildings with pointed or gabled roofs. The people walking around were clearly wearing clothing from the 18th, 19th, and early 20th centuries.

The streets were surprisingly clean, devoid of feces and urine that belied the age of the buildings. Even the horses pulling the carts seemed to be ditching their manure. Cheng Yijiu's attire wasn't unusual; strolling down the street, he instantly grasped the situation. "Given the slime's name, Ooze, and these seemingly European-inspired designs, there's no doubt I'm in some kind of Japanese sword-and-sorcery-inspired world."

So this is the adventure kingdom of Japanese fantasy. Unsurprisingly, the language is Chinese—interestingly, it seems they've even considered language versions. Cheng Yijiu suddenly relaxed. "Sword and magic! Since I don't know magic, I'll probably just kill the slime with my sword—as for the Japanese RPG-esque scenes like defeating the Demon King's army, there's no need to even think about it."

Cheng Yijiu felt he had no extraordinary powers; he was just an ordinary person with top skills. As for those demon kings, they weren't his targets. "As for the slimes, it would be better to find a place to gather intelligence," Cheng Yijiu thought. He figured this place had become the "real" world, and everyone wouldn't just have two fixed lines.

The first was the Adventurer's Guild, something that would never exist in a normal world. Cheng Yijiu looked at the sign and walked into this large three-story building. The ground floor was the commission office, where various bounties were posted and where adventurers could rest, eat, and drink. When Cheng Yijiu walked in, he didn't attract many adventurers' attention. This business had people coming and going every day, and the receptionist at the guild was indeed dressed in a typical Japanese adventure style - similar to a maid outfit.

"Hello, I'm registering as an adventurer." Cheng Yijiu walked over and placed the silver coin on the counter—at least the precious metal was still useful, since it was a stamped silver coin. "Hello, may I ask your name and occupation?" The receptionist pulled out a ring-like object from under the counter. "Put this on to register. Once you're all registered, you'll receive an F-Class Adventurer ID card."

With a quick movement, the silver coin vanished—it seemed that any silver, round, and patterned object was considered money. Cheng Yijiu touched the copper ring and slipped it onto his left middle finger. The entire ring began to glow, a cycle of light, like a breathing light. Soon, a beam of light emanated from the ring, forming a screen of light in front of Cheng Yijiu. "Wow, this is truly advanced technology. Or should I call it 'magic'?"

The screen before him was essentially the in-game profile. Cheng Yijiu casually entered Capone as his name and chose the basic Warrior class, specifically Swordsman. His attributes were then displayed, including Strength, Speed, Stamina, and Endurance. The receptionist glanced at the table and said, "Everyone's stats are displayed like this initially. Skills, Intelligence, and other stats are only entered after a few adventures."

"I see. Then I guess there must be maps for sale here. If I want to kill the golden slime, where should I find it?" As he said this, Cheng Yijiu directly took out a gold coin. The receptionist, now known as Annie, thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I may need to look for some information before I can answer you. But you can go look for a suitable task now."

Cheng Yijiu sighed. The possibility of a speedrun was gone. Fortunately, it looked like the timeframe for this quest was quite long. He walked over to the notice board with the bounty posted. "Well, the only quests F-rank adventurers can take are clearing the sewers of slimes and gathering herbs outside the city—and there's no backpack slot. You have to carry everything yourself."

Fortunately, Cheng Yijiu didn't really want to be an adventurer. He just wanted to use the guild to obtain information. He just took the task of cleaning the sewers. Although he didn't think there could be the golden slime that was said to have devoured so many people, it wouldn't waste much time to go and check it out...

Chapter two

"If this were real Europe at this time, I'm afraid more than half of these towns wouldn't have sewers, or the roads themselves would be sewers," Cheng Yijiu muttered. He walked through the sewer entrance—a small building managed by the local municipal administration, with the upper floors even housing the sewer cleaners. He handed the assignment to the small leader, who opened a door for him.

The small chief even gave him a lantern. Behind the door was a staircase leading down, extending deep into the depths. Of course, a less than pleasant smell wafted out. "Is this the sewer down there? Will there be a methane explosion?" Cheng Yijiu pondered this, but he immediately felt the breeze and breathed a sigh of relief. There was ventilation down there, so the odor wasn't too severe. The water flowed quickly, and of course, it was unlikely that methane and other gases would accumulate.

The sewers were poorly lit—this was perfectly normal. Using candles or torches for lighting would be prohibitively expensive, as would using magic lamps. The cheapest and most convenient way to work was to bring a lantern with you. Cheng Yijiu walked along the maintenance path—the sewers here were surprisingly similar to modern civilizations, with a central water channel and maintenance walkways on either side. At intervals, there were special cable bridges connecting the two sides.

The sewer was high enough for Cheng Yijiu to walk upright. He held a lantern in his left hand. It was a magic lantern. Cheng Yijiu had seen that it contained a thumb-sized crystal. When the switch was flipped, it emitted a bright light—about the same as a 40-watt incandescent bulb, in Cheng Yijiu's opinion. The light spread evenly, illuminating an area of ​​about five meters. Cheng Yijiu possessed feline-like night vision, so he could actually see even further.

There were slimes here—he'd seen them in games before, so seeing one in real life this time probably meant it was a slime, right? It wasn't the round jelly from the game, but a wriggling mass of mud, and from time to time, completely misplaced and distorted facial features would emerge from the mud—even the number of them was uncertain. It was the kind of thing that would make you lose your SAN points.

"When it's folded up, its volume is about the size of a football, right? The way it moves is also wriggling, so I guess its real way of hunting is jumping?" Cheng Yijiu raised the lantern in his hand, and found that there were many such slimes in the ditch and on the sticky ground, and even on the walls - fortunately, these guys were not very good at resisting gravity, and they fell down after climbing to a height of about half a person's height.

"That's a lot." Arson wasn't allowed in this place, so flames might have been more effective. Cheng Yijiu had to resort to weapons—personally, he was very reluctant to use his sword, so he'd bought a warhammer. The simplest warhammer was a long wooden handle with an iron hammer head. Cheng Yijiu walked over to a slime and tested it.

When it approached about two meters, the slime began to shrink noticeably. About a second later, it jumped up from the ground to a height of a person, and at the same time expanded into a pancake-like structure, trying to wrap around Cheng Yijiu. Cheng Yijiu casually took a step back, and the slime fell to the ground with a snap, not even having time to completely shrink, and Cheng Yijiu's hammer in his right hand smashed down directly.

Hammers were useless. The first slime only seemed doomed after being struck a dozen times, with most of its "body" blasted away. Anyway, the sludge, about the size of a ping-pong ball, stopped moving. Cheng Yijiu also spotted a crystal-like object, about the size of a fingernail, in the middle of the sludge, which was rapidly vaporizing. "Maybe this is the core of the slime?"

That's exactly what happened. This is the slime's true core, but it wanders around its body, not necessarily in the center. Slime is sludge, not transparent jelly, so pinpointing its location is a challenge. "Then destroy it." The mission required the slaying of at least one hundred slimes—these creatures undergo mitosis, and their division cycle depends entirely on the concentration of the foul magic in the sewers, with the shortest being five days.

The job was menial and the pay was low, so if Cheng Yijiu hadn't wanted to try his luck, he wouldn't have taken it. Now, with a single-handed hammer, this man could blast a slime in less than three hits—now that he knew the core was the key, his terrifying dynamic vision and cat-like attacks could really shine. If Cheng Yijiu missed the core with his first strike, he could always find a specific contraction point in the slime, and then a follow-up blow or two would be enough.

That's right, Cheng Yijiu had discovered the slime's instinct. After being attacked, it would instinctively move its core to a larger area, during which time it would briefly shrink. This was highly efficient, and the loot the slime left behind was not worth mentioning—probably just some metal coins that had to be rinsed clean. Cheng Yijiu hadn't yet discovered the strange fact that killing this type of monster would directly drop equipment in this world.

At least killing the slimes didn't produce anything like that. A few slimes exploded with a thin, somewhat tough membrane, and one slime produced a non-vaporized, fingernail-sized crystal. Cheng Yijiu had killed nearly a hundred slimes, and that was all he got—not surprisingly, he'd explored quite a few passages and found no sign of any golden slime monsters.

They are all filthy mud and ooze monsters.

One consequence of killing these monsters was that the smell in the area became even worse. Cheng Yijiu finally turned back. He had already spent the entire day down there, and after confirming that it was impossible to find the golden slime, it was time to go up and turn in the quest. The commission for this quest was very low, and it was generally used to boost levels, so the people up there didn't even bother to come down to check on the quest's progress. Cheng Yijiu climbed the stairs back to the room. Thanks to his clothes being alchemical items, he didn't carry any strange smells.

This alchemical item had no other functions except self-cleaning and repairing, and it didn't provide any defense bonuses. Cheng Yijiu held a bag containing some coins, a few pieces of skin, and the crystal. He returned the lantern to the worker and left for the guild to complete the quest. This time, the receptionist was a different one, a girl named Adeline. She took a look at the spoils Cheng Yijiu had brought, and without further comment, she simply stamped the quest form, filed it, and gave Cheng Yijiu a copper coin as a reward.

These spoils were recycled at another counter in the guild. There were also two girls in maid outfits there, but the person who actually handled them was a middle-aged man.

third chapter

As one of the lowest-level monsters, the loot dropped by the slime was definitely the least valuable. Including the so-called magic core, all the loot sold for about ten copper coins. "Are you saying that you only drop one of these magic cores after killing ten slimes? So I guess I'm really unlucky." Cheng Yijiu was a little amused.

He'd killed over a hundred slimes, and that was all he'd gained. A day of manual labor would have netted at least thirty copper coins, but he'd only earned seventeen, barely enough for a simple meal and barely enough for accommodation. "That's why I say low-level adventurers are like this. Mining and gathering are the only profitable activities."

Cheng Yijiu didn't want to waste his money. The guild was open 24 hours a day, though there wasn't a receptionist after 8 p.m. Cash-strapped adventurers could spend the night in the lobby, an unwritten rule among adventurer guilds everywhere. And while Cheng Yijiu didn't look like a broke adventurer, he didn't mind spending a night there. Besides, even the most down-and-out adventurer still had leather armor that was usually in good repair.

Those who are really shabby won’t come. They have either quit this business or have completely bid farewell to life.

Dressed in his full demon hunter attire, Cheng Yijiu leaned back in his chair and fell asleep. A single night's sleep didn't leave him with a sore back. At dawn, he found the back of the house, fetched some water, washed up, and used the seventeen copper coins he had earned yesterday to buy breakfast. When he returned to the guild, he asked the receptionist, Miss Annie, where he could find a golden slime.

"This is precious information. The golden slime monster is a monster that grows by absorbing huge amounts of magic power. It has excellent defense and mobility, and is also one of the most dangerous slime monsters. Fortunately, they are rare and are most commonly found in places where magic power accumulates, such as the Demon King's City." This information means that Cheng Yijiu has to go to places where high-level monsters appear - the number of monsters is directly proportional to their level and magic concentration.

Demon Hunter adventurer Cheng Yijiu was a bit frustrated. He'd bought a map—a truly advanced one, even downloaded directly into his adventurer ring. It projected a light curtain map that showed his location. "No wonder adventurers have such a high barrier to entry. At least you have to have enough money to buy an adventurer ring."

The map was definitely incomplete—it only contained maps of local cities and towns, as well as maps of the local jurisdiction. At most, it included a route to other cities with adventurer guilds. This was a small way for each adventurer guild to make money. "It's a long-term one, because the map has constantly updated monster data." Cheng Yijiu thought this magical world seemed quite useful.

At least for an alchemy item ring to have so many functions is quite impressive. Just a map function is impressive enough, and with the real-time monitoring of body data, even without the one-touch alarm and communication functions, it's well worth the price. Cheng Yijiu also took a look at his own stats. Of course, he had no level, but his strength, agility, and stamina were all around 20. Without comparison, one wouldn't know how high they were.

Skills, especially abilities, were still marked with a string of asterisks, indicating complete obscurity. Cheng Yijiu wondered if this world would suddenly acquire abilities at some point. Perhaps this was a rule—because he had actually looked up the slime's information. It was a Six-One Lay Buddhist, and its abilities included digestion and jumping. Jumping was level one, while digestion was just digestion, with no levels.

As for the Golden Slime, it was unclear. There were goblins wearing hats in the wilds of this area, with stats fluctuating between 2 and 5. Their skills included a stab and a double slash. Cheng Yijiu looked at the markers on the map. This was the most dangerous area near the town, with the highest concentration of magic power. It was only infested by monsters like zombies, so he had to find a way out.

He had the basic information here. There was a big hole in the north of this world. According to legend, a meteorite broke through the barrier of the world and connected to the demon world, causing countless monsters to be created from the earth and the sky by the magic power emitted. Therefore, the closer to the big hole in the north, the higher the concentration of magic power, and naturally there will be more and stronger monsters.

"Going north, this city is so far south that the magic concentration is only average," Cheng Yijiu thought. For long-distance travel, a carriage is needed; relying on foot alone is not enough. The carriage industry here is quite developed. Anyway, the magic concentration is so low, and the monsters that appear are nothing more than wolves and goblins wandering in the wilderness, and at most a few vultures that eat scavengers.

Of course, there were also monsters like giant insects and demonized rats, but they weren't dangerous to a moving carriage. The drivers were all adventurers, and they could handle any monster. Cheng Yijiu boarded a loaded carriage and looked out at the fields outside the city. Farmers could handle most of the monsters in this area, so it was no wonder that adventurers were so few and far between. Those who truly wanted to make a fortune had already gone north.

Cheng Yijiu's sword hadn't shed any blood yet, and just as he was thinking about this, he heard howling outside. It turned out to be a group of demon wolves gathering. The demon wolves looked like monsters with rotting muscles and ribs exposed. They were about the size of ordinary wolves. Their danger lay in the claws and fangs that ordinary wolves had, but the poison on their teeth and claws was also dangerous.

Another was the foul breath, which had a short range but was incredibly nauseating, enough to make anyone stop dead in their tracks. The driver, also an adventurer, drew his spear and unbuckled his horse. Cheng Yijiu dismounted and drew his greatsword. Three demonic wolves charged at him, and Cheng Yijiu simply took a sideways step and decapitated one with his sword.

With a swipe of the longsword, the second wolf was split from shoulder to hip. Its corpse blocked the third wolf's attack path. Cheng Yijiu stepped forward and stabbed the wolf through the forehead, finishing it off. "It's indeed an enchanted sword with the power to break demons. It can be used in this world." This sword seemed to have a special effect, solving problems one by one.

The driver over there was still fighting, and the two well-trained horses had already run to the side, preventing the wolves from catching up. Cheng Yijiu went to help, and killed a demon wolf with a sword. The driver took the opportunity to stab a demon wolf in the throat, but after pulling out the gun, the demon wolf did not die, but let out a painful roar and continued to fight. "Did it reduce its HP?" Cheng Yijiu added a sword. His sword pierced the demon wolf and it fell to the ground dead.

Chapter Four

At that moment, an arrow flew from the brush. Cheng Yijiu, caught off guard, only had time to turn sideways before the arrow pierced his shoulder. "How could it have gotten so close?" The person who had shot the arrow was a goblin, less than five meters away. This surprised Cheng Yijiu. He must have been so distracted by the wolf that he hadn't noticed the monster lurking so close. Cheng Yijiu leaped over, swung his sword, and the little head flew into the air.

After the battle, Cheng Yijiu also pulled out the arrow from his shoulder. The arrowhead had penetrated about a third of the way into the flesh, and the wound didn't heal immediately. Cheng Yijiu washed the wound with water, applied ointment, and bandaged it. The driver on the other side did the same thing, but he didn't apply ointment, just bandaged it. The driver's wound healed faster than Cheng Yijiu's. After about half an hour, the driver's wound was basically healed and he tore off the bandage, while Cheng Yijiu's wound hadn't changed much, except that the bleeding had stopped.

"It's almost realistic, with attacks that target weak points, crippling attacks, and fatal strikes. That's about it. This Japanese sword and magic world is comparable to the Front Mission series in this respect," Cheng Yijiu thought as he lay in the car. A map hovered in the air before him. He was walking down the road, about to enter a completely new area. "Aton City," Cheng Yijiu muttered the name of the place.

Not surprisingly, he heard a cry for help from afar while on the road. Cheng Yijiu jumped off the carriage, and the driver also stopped. As a rule, if someone called for help, they would stop to inquire. This was also the principle of "you save me, I save you." Cheng Yijiu walked off the road, around the woods, and saw the people calling for help. It was a man with a sword and shield, followed by another man shooting arrows, and two women who looked like a magician and another who looked like a priest.

They were fighting a giant wild boar king—that was the only way to describe it. The last time Cheng Yijiu saw a wild boar that large, he remembered he was still tracking the Nemean lion. This wild boar couldn't be called a pig; it should be called a boar. It stood over two meters tall at the shoulder, with a bulging head and forequarters, and its protruding tusks gave it a formidable impact. And its skin was thick and tough—the man's sword strike was a mistake, as his blade couldn't penetrate the giant boar's fur, sliding past the surface hair.

"It has to be a stabbing attack, and the sword should ideally be a three- or four-sided, rhombus-shaped swift sword." As a seasoned swordsman, Cheng Yijiu immediately thought of a suitable weapon. He thought the man should switch to a spear, as his shield wouldn't be able to stop the boar's charge anyway. As for the archer behind him, his arrows weren't powerful enough—he was using a short, flexible, single-body bow, which Cheng Yijiu recognized.

"This thing is fine for killing unarmored goblins, but it's a bit of a stretch against wolves, and it's completely useless against wild boars." Cheng Yijiu watched as the man drew his bow and arrow, but his only purpose was to disrupt the wild boars. Sometimes, however, a flash of light would suddenly appear on his body, and the arrow he fired would suddenly have increased speed and penetration, split into two arrows, or be imbued with a faint green light.

Regardless of the change, the arrows' power would increase significantly. The scattered arrows hanging from the wild boar's body were the result of this sudden change—the damage wasn't serious, seemingly just flesh wounds, though the blood was constantly flowing. And the magician, all her spells were small fireballs—as if that was the only magic she knew? The problem was that the wild boar was covered in half-dry mud from rolling around, which greatly reduced the fireballs' power.

The priestess came to the rescue, busy healing the warrior holding the boar—should that be considered healing? Cheng Yijiu looked like a beam of white light had struck the warrior, and the wounds on his body, originally caused by the boar's hair and tusks, healed in the light. "This guy may not be great in other aspects, but his agility and luck are quite good. He hasn't suffered any serious damage so far." Cheng Yijiu nodded.

He loosened his grip, then tightened it again, stretching his arm muscles, his joints making a crackling sound. Cheng Yijiu wasn't wearing armor; he was still dressed as a demon hunter, even wearing a hat. The hem of his coat was blown by the wind, and Cheng Yijiu came like a dark cloud. Cheng Yijiu's first strike was a thrust, his right hand grasping the sword, then his left, back and forth, and then pulling it to his eyebrows to form a horn.

He thrust with all his might at the right distance, the momentum combined with the force of his arm thrust, piercing the wild boar's side deeply. Even with Cheng Yijiu's thrust, he only managed to penetrate half of the sword before it became stuck in the boar's thick ribs. However, the force of his attack even caused the boar to shift sideways, nearly knocking it over. Cheng Yijiu then took advantage of the situation and kicked the boar, pulling out his sword.

"Get out of the way!" Cheng Yijiu shouted at the stunned warrior. He was only holding him back, not helping. The driver was also quick, wielding his spear and pushing the warrior back. "Stop firing arrows and casting spells!" Cheng Yijiu shouted. The chances of these guys hitting him were higher than hitting the wild boar... Fighting the wild boar king alone was much safer than fighting with them.

Cheng Yijiu's body was like the sun ignited, an endless stream of power gushing out. He was always in excellent condition, and every skill was at its peak. If one were to look at his attribute chart now, it would probably be a bunch of garbled characters. If it could be identified, it would probably be something like Sun God's Chosen, Champion Warrior, or Apollo's Blessing...

Cheng Yijiu swung his sword and engaged the great boar king. Facing the wild boar's charge and force, Cheng Yijiu refused to retreat—even if he could have stepped back to absorb the force, he refused to do so, instead confronting the great boar king head-on. The swordsman was also ferocious, his greatsword like the claws of a man-eating tiger, inflicting horrific wounds on the wild boar king. Of course, he also bore the wounds of the direct confrontation—his clothes were torn, his chest and arms were lacerated by the wild boar's tusks, and blood flowed out.

However, the injury aroused Cheng Yijiu's boundless fighting spirit, and the ferocious aura of a carnivorous beast erupted in full force. The wild boar opposite was also covered in blood, and its eyes were burned red, it seemed that it also put life and death aside. The wild boar king's body was covered in blood, and the blood was burning. The huge wild boar king was like stepping into hellfire, and launched a desperate attack on Cheng Yijiu with an extremely violent murderous aura. At this time, the wound on the wild boar king's side had been torn apart, and his intestines were dragged out...

Cheng Yijiu also responded with a smile, pointed the tip of his sword at the front of the Wild Boar King, and launched an attack - this blow would determine victory or death.

chapter Five

No one dodged, and Cheng Yijiu resolved the situation with a single thrust—a powerful blow, so long as the placement was accurate. The collision occurred, and Cheng Yijiu's last-minute selfless leap saved him from being ripped open, though the wound was inevitably ruptured. He felt as if every bone in his body had been dislocated and broken, causing pain everywhere.

Although the wild boar king was standing, his breath had already stopped - Cheng Yijiu hung on the hilt of the sword like a noodle, and the long sword pierced directly between the wild boar king's eyes, penetrating the front of its hard skull... This is something that even a small-caliber rifle might not be able to penetrate, but Cheng Yijiu's sword pierced in, and the depth of the sword body was two-thirds submerged.

The huge body collapsed to the ground, and Cheng Yijiu barely managed to stand. He placed one foot on the wild boar's snout and pulled out his sword with both hands and agility. "Oh, I think I saw some kind of luster when I was fighting just now?" Cheng Yijiu was curious. He also checked the attribute table. "Dodge? Swordsmanship level increased? What's this?" At this time, the little monsters like the goblins also showed up.

Cheng Yijiu watched as the archer drew his bow and arrow when a lightbulb suddenly appeared above his head. The lightbulb flashed, and the arrow he had fired instantly multiplied into dozens, impaling a dozen goblins on the ground. "Ah, he's mastered the archery technique of 'random shooting'!" the driver remarked, somewhat knowledgeable. Cheng Yijiu was certain that he had also experienced the lightbulb flashing, thus suddenly gaining several "special skills" and "ultimate moves."

You know, certain evasions can also be considered "killer moves." His last attack should be considered an "evasion." Although it was done by Cheng Yijiu himself, he didn't feel any external interference... "Is this a 'game' of taking credit for what others have done?"

Perhaps he was different, because he was still an outsider after all. The four men were part of an adventuring team, and with Cheng Yijiu's permission, they disassembled the giant wild boar—it was like a miracle. After a few pretentious turns, the entire boar king was instantly transformed into various materials, weapons, armor, and, of course, some money. Cheng Yijiu didn't have that skill; he couldn't disassemble the spoils directly.

Out of curiosity, the hunter also asked casually, "Because I have two professions, this is my characteristic - unique to me. The other profession is a merchant. Merchants can break down these spoils and have huge portable warehouses." The swordsman said, and Cheng Yijiu observed for a while and discovered a little thing - that is, this person might be similar to him, and also came from another world.

Some small habits are obviously the result of being used to using smartphones.

Cheng Yijiu looked at his stats. This thing wasn't very useful to him—he didn't rely on the skills above to unleash them anyway. Every attack he unleashed was something he'd learned himself. He'd never seen any earth-shattering killer moves, and he probably wouldn't be able to perform them. He did have a class, though: a swordsman, with the highest level expected to be a swordsman. "Just an ordinary swordsman," Cheng Yijiu chuckled. He didn't have a second class.

His personal skills are also blank, making him the most common "talentless" person.

The four people escaped, and of course all the spoils belonged to Cheng Yijiu. Cheng Yijiu looked at them and said, "Hey? These are all minors, right?" The two girls looked to be around thirteen or fourteen at most, and were small in stature, while the two men looked to be around sixteen or seventeen. The swordsman, in Cheng Yijiu's opinion, had underdeveloped muscles and clearly looked like a cool Japanese-style Western swordsman—the kind of handsome young man. "Didn't they have something like The Record of Lodoss War once upon a time?"

This swordsman must have relied on his special abilities to hold his own. Cheng Yijiu thought his equipment was pretty good, too. At least the half-body armor and shield were decent. "Could this be some otherworldly world like in Japanese light novels? That's too weird." Cheng Yijiu observed for a moment before following the driver. The others still had to continue their adventure—their mission was to clear monsters, and encountering the Great Boar King was sheer luck.

The city was much larger than the previous town. The money Cheng Yijiu earned from selling the Wild Boar King's materials was enough for him to stay in a regular inn for several months, but he still immediately went to the Adventurer's Guild to inquire about the Golden Slime. "Unfortunately, you have to wait three days to find out. I can tell you after I've checked the information. The fee is one silver coin," said the guild receptionist.

As for Cheng Yijiu, he could only pay a silver coin first, then walk to the nearby bulletin board to search for a suitable quest. "Is there a bounty head here? Let me see the price." The price of the top bounty head was outrageous, with six zeros after the gold coin symbol. The guild was offering a reward of three million gold coins for the death of the monster, whose silhouette resembled a wolf. "The Wolf of Apophis?" The bounty was just that.

Judging from the silhouette and the background, the wolf was quite large. Cheng Yijiu estimated it was ten meters tall at the shoulder. It was an unprecedentedly large land carnivore. "This is one of the Seven Kings. This bounty has been on the list for over a hundred years. Every time it gets old, a new one is issued, and the reward goes up a lot," the adventurer nearby said to Cheng Yijiu. "Seventh King?"

The guy with the frizzy hair glanced at Cheng Yijiu. "Newbie, huh? Then let me tell you, there are seven super-class monsters in this world, so they are called the Seven Kings. Once, a country organized a super adventure group of hundreds of people to attack the Dragon King. Guess what happened?" Cheng Yijiu simply said, "How was it?"

"The adventure group disappeared, and the capital of this country was turned into a purgatory by the Dragon King. Only a few impoverished people on the edge of the country escaped. Even now, it's just charred ruins, with undead creatures with fire attributes wandering around." This guy was talking excitedly. Cheng Yijiu nodded. "Do you know about the golden slime?"

"Hehe..." The guy laughed. Cheng Yijiu shouted, "Give me a drink, it's my treat." The adventurer took a big gulp of beer. "This is a very rare monster. Encountering one will make you rich. Legend has it that its body is made up of liquid gold. Killing this monster will turn it into a huge lump of gold. It must be worth at least 100,000 gold coins, right? I heard that after someone killed one, the entire adventure team retired and even bought several titles to enjoy their lives."

Chapter Six

After a long chat, the man didn't really know where the golden slime was, and Cheng Yijiu only knew one thing: it was an extremely rare monster and also very valuable. What the man said had some basis, but the exact location of the incident was unclear, though it was definitely further north. Cheng Yijiu had rented a room at the inn, but he wanted to go out of town at night to see what was going on. Many quests only took place at night, such as collecting certain herbs that only appeared at night.

The monsters that appeared at night were more dangerous and violent, and even had different species. All this could not stop Cheng Yijiu's steps. After leaving the city, he walked along the road and saw the round, reflective slimes in the moonlight. The slimes that appeared here should be translucent, no longer looking like a ball of mud, but the surface that bulged from time to time still showed quite abstract and chaotic facial features.

The facial features are arranged in a disorderly, irregular pattern, and could easily be mistaken for modern avant-garde art. These creatures are supposedly more dangerous than the sludge in the sewers—their round bodies would lower the average person's vigilance. However, these slimes are real slimes, enveloping and suffocating people before digesting them. One terrifying creature that spawns from them is the slime undead—skeletal remains being digested by the slime, coated in a sticky layer of slime, allowing them to move and perform certain attacks.

In terms of pure attack power and the ooze envelopment after the embrace, this monster is even more dangerous than a simple ooze. Fortunately, after about a week of formation, the ooze absorbs all the nutrients and marrow from the skeleton, and the ooze excretes it, returning it to its round form—effectively downgrading it again. This creature's cycle is low-level—after catching prey, it becomes intermediate-level—and after digestion, it returns to low-level.

This was the conclusion Cheng Yijiu had reached after carefully studying the information on slimes available in the guild. After all, it was one of the most common and lowest-level monsters, comparable to the giant rat. "I recommend using a wooden stick," Cheng Yijiu muttered. Slime fluids were corrosive. While not very strong, excessive exposure to them for too long would still corrode metal weapons.

The most annoying thing is when tiny holes corrode the metal structure, requiring repairs that require reforging... so using wood is best, as it also stimulates the production of their valuable "digestive fluid." Stimulated by organic matter, these oozes secrete a digestive acidic fluid, far more potent than bodily fluids. This fluid is highly useful in both alchemy and forging.

Cheng Yijiu weighed the stick in his hand. A good stick was hard to come by, with the perfect size, length, center of gravity, and beautiful appearance. Once upon a time, someone with a good stick would have been the coolest guy in the neighborhood. The stick he held was just right, so he swung it directly at the slime that bounced towards him. With a "pop," the entire slime was flattened, and the small core inside shattered, instantly turning into a puddle of sticky liquid on the ground.

As for the spoils, if you don’t have the skills of a businessman, you have to clean them up yourself. After processing to a certain extent, they will become "props" and then be stored in the sixteen-grid prop box he was given.

Killing slimes wasn't difficult at all. After learning the attack patterns of these little monsters, it was incredibly easy—so much so that when Cheng Yijiu killed the second one, he could visibly see a lightbulb flash above his forehead. After that, dodging the slimes became much smoother. This feeling made Cheng Yijiu a little uncomfortable, as he was clearly being interfered with by external forces, which in turn reduced the efficiency of his attacks.

He'd always been moving around, dodging attacks and bringing more slimes into range. After mastering this skill, he felt a strange feeling... "I still need to eliminate them a little." After killing more than twenty slimes, the swarm of ooze monsters was gone. Using the moonlight, Cheng Yijiu began shoveling the slime with a small shovel. After shoveling each slime corpse five or six times, it would suddenly transform into a prop...

These included, but were not limited to, copper coins, magic cores, slime skin, acid, and bodily fluids. "Is the economy okay? In this world, killing monsters gives you money," Cheng Yijiu wondered. However, this wasn't something he should be worrying about, so he quickly let it go. Next came the rats, demonized rats almost the size of corgis, with hard black fur and sharp teeth, and they were plentiful.

This thing's defense was also very poor, but its attack power was decent. A bite could easily damage clothing and armor, and could even cause bleeding—and it could also poison. Cheng Yijiu simply switched to a sword to deal with these rats. He just chopped them down—the light bulb wasn't so easy to spawn this time. In Cheng Yijiu's opinion, this thing might only light up after facing high-level enemies, and then he could learn each killer move one by one.

This thing requires practice. I heard that if you don't master the active skills you've learned, they'll be forgotten. Fortunately, this world doesn't have a limit on the number of skills and equipment you can have. Otherwise, it would be fun if a person could only equip four special moves. Ultimately, I gave in to reality.

Killing a large rat was just a single strike of the sword. With Cheng Yijiu's swordsmanship and keen eyesight, he could kill multiple rats with a single swing of the sword. The thirty or so rats that rushed over were all killed by Cheng Yijiu in a few minutes, and the rats behind them scattered. He continued to scratch the ground with the skinning knife. After a few times, it became a prop to be collected - "The fur, magic core, copper coins and even sharp teeth of the large rat - what can such small teeth be used for?"

These teeth are too small to be used as arrowheads. I wonder what the shops that recycle them do with them. I've seen rat fur used to make leather goods like shoes. This type of monster is near the road, and you have to go deeper to find other monsters—like the one that appeared now, which has the head and wings of a vulture but the body of a fat snake. The monster encyclopedia seems to call it a chimera.

These monsters appeared in groups of three or five, and were about the same size as vultures. Their strange cries made people feel nauseous, as if they had the ability to paralyze people.

Chapter VII

It was indeed true. Amidst the strange chirping of these chimeras, Cheng Yijiu felt unwell, dizzy, nauseous, and nauseous. It seemed that their sonic attacks could be stacked. If they were flying in the sky, simply using a sword wouldn't be enough to deal with them, so Cheng Yijiu pulled out his shotgun, already loaded with two bullets.

Each bullet contained six lead pellets, granular black powder giving them ample killing power. Twelve of them blasted out, the muzzle flash like dragon's breath. "A lot of power is wasted on this. I wish we could use smokeless powder and primers someday." The bullets smeared a chimera. While a monster, it was still a living creature.